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Logic is strained, existence contracts and multiplies, connections amputate then graft in incongruous ways in Jamie Sharpe's poems, which, like a funhouse mirror, reflect our own absurd image. Nancy Reagan promotes crab salad (which is to say, her husband); the city of Paris spills into the countryside; a hammer seeks understanding through a vase. An assemblage of often disparate elements, Animal Husbandry Today attempts the ultimate reconciliation: that of the mind with the world.

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Publié par	Ecw Press
Date de parution	01 octobre 2012
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781770903111
Langue	English

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FOR AND BECAUSE OF Deborah

MASSACRE AT SUPERSTITION BLUFF
Stagecoach with a penchant to drink, the tinhorn crucifix, cracked wheels fixated on a chasm below,
chaste revolvers filled with explosive chorus girls, gentle reins and the masochistic horse:
all the same under gravity.
Locals’ arrows pointing you in new directions,
to find a fable, a life, elsewhere.

INTERVIEW QUESTIONS FOR NILS LUZAK, CLASSICAL PIANIST
What makes us hate piano tuners? Their jealous eyes?
You ever allegro your father?
Why does E -flat major do terrible things, like excite optometrists?
Does ivory make the softest bed? Ebony the hardest casket?
Should eyes be gouged for greater musical acuity?
In Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini , when skies open and vengeance bolts heavenly, are you Rachmaninoffing hell from those helpless pedals?
Given “baroque” means
“deformed pearl,” should one
graft one thousand shattered oysters’ shells to every piano’s hull?
Mother-of-pearl is visual trickery, destined for the secular and profane?
Harmonics are paternal lies, doomed to become sacred?
Why must each chord contain a condemned father?
Why must I see the music so clearly?

EQUILATERAL POEMS
Receding Matchbook
“For danger eclipsed
every excuse for him to pursue laundry instead of silk whiter-whites in the Biltmore Hotel, where Diane’s blouse was but temporary advertising.”
Alimony

Mixed metaphor Sedentary
“The girls flitting past
were sparrows. What she saw as those delicate bodies ran was not the youthful abandon of playgrounds, but a life she’d never rise to.”
Rash

Productive Means
“The whir of fabric,
at such speed, cancelled thought. For others this sound haunted sleep, while Aura spent a week’s wages on an industrial fan, placing it next to her cot, replicating work’s perfect emptiness in dreams.”
White Noise

FÖRARBETE
After the container, how to recognize the content — easily cast, always held — if not inscribed upon?
A regret for what amounts to faulty math 1000 x over.
The want for concrete markers to parse us into ever smaller marks.
When to realize is to lay to rest.
What are we preparing for?

THE POINTLESS ODYSSEY
Frank gave you 2 : 1 That someone, somewhere, was Putting on his shoes. Pompous Certainty makes bookies preachers; You have to break them or go broke.
Outside, you Benjamin a man with a baseball bat To watch your car. He turns, smashing a Lexus, Shattering the car’s headlights.
A lady yells from across the street,
“I paid you twenty.”
“The price has gone up.”
In the children’s hospital you place A hand on their pale foreheads; This is not making them stronger.
Eyes gaze through pain and uncertainty. You carefully document everything:
“No Shoes.”
Outside: rub your skin off With whisky. You’re gigantic And the stakes are high.
Sobriety leaves others mute: tinkering Temporarily with day jobs; sewing Buttons onto pound cakes Like reputable grandmothers.
But the gamble holds you steady. You hit the bowling alley With a notepad.
They all slide in socks on the hardwood.
You want to laugh at every stale, hackneyed Banker and yet, in the presence of the real Thing, even the spirit leaves you: ascending, Unshaken, like every 7 – 10 split.

13 STATEMENTS AND THEIR COROLLARIES
My handicap should be more on the back nine. There’s an equation for the speed at which all things fall. Music today is just noise. A crocodile’s tongue is attached to the roof of its mouth. I had no idea that cactus was illegal. Distance is an optical illusion. Rednecks have their own eloquence. I compulsively cut my hair. Find me a stockbroker, I’ll show you a thief. The trade winds shaped migration throughout history. My wife’s a decent lay. Tuesday is Seniors’ Day. Where can I get a rubber plant?
You tire too quickly. Gravity never tires, even of itself. Said Bartók in 1805 . Either they speak, or you listen, upside down. Lay off the peyote. I’d trade my eyes for you here. Conservative poetry is justified to the right. SSRI s or barber’s college, in my opinion. Why I invest on the hard eight. I’m in the doldrums. Charity begins at home. She broke, producing her licence, to save cents. You will still be alone.

THOUGHTS: GEORGES BRAQUE
{ Wheeled Chair }
Today a young child and father navigated the town square, father on bicycle, son a wheeled chair. How strange the child seemed — spoked rims replacing legs, hands propelling him forward on geometry. Quite possibly he was born without use of the lower extremities: if so, while watching the man ride his bicycle, which did he consider his father?
{ Georges Couthon }
Something of my early schooling (far before the École des Beaux-Arts) has imposed itself upon me after lying dormant. Georges Couthon, my brother in country and name, also lacked functioning legs. History additionally tells us he lost use of his head when the Revolution turned. Can you imagine them dragging the poor cripple to death, while Robespierre walked assuredly beside? The guillotine was likely not the liberty either had in mind.
{ Silence by Anticipation }
Could I anticipate every critic’s question, answering it in pigment, prior to the asking?
{ Georges Couthon II }
Again! It was written that Monsieur Couthon would, on occasion, ride the back of a man when his chair was indisposed. If one, the ridden, is transformed to that of a wheeled chair, is the other, the rider, also changed? Perhaps he has become something more noble: a throne?
{ Portrait: I Am a Ring }
Today a photographer came to memorialize me — my paintings, although me, depict something else, and as such fail. While I sat, the background forced itself forward or dropped out completely. For a while I was a wall. Then a hat. A scarf. A ring. How confused and disappointed the camera will be tonight in its darkroom!
{ Muscadelle or Chardonnay? }
My mind is a hot wind maker and maker of balloons. Funny what rises to consciousness: today it was grapes and a clarinet — simultaneously. I believe the grapes were Muscadelle,* but you can’t always taste the mind.

* It is not clear here whether Braque is being forgetful or purposefully daft; any viticulturist can tell you the variety depicted in “grapes and clarinet” is, most obviously, Clairette. Clairette grapes are known for their high alcohol yield (now considered a fault, but in his day an attribute), which may be source to the confusion. Notice the sub-homophonic similarities. Editor’s note

TWO TRAINS
There are seventeen apples in a tree. If you carve your name into the tree’s trunk, How many apples do you have?
A plane crashes on the border of two countries. Can you wear white to the funeral If you’re a virgin before mayday ?
John’s mother is seven years younger Than John’s father, who is twice as old as John Plus sixteen years. If John is seven, how much Has his father failed to pay in child support?
Two trains depart from stations in opposite Cities. If train “A” is going 155 km/h, What’s the fuel economy of my ’ 86 Chevy As I drive to the corner store for cigarettes?

TAURUS
Mishaps befall us courtesy of moon-white light (inequitable droppings): still life thrown all gaudy motion.
Chart the sky’s restlessness. Extrapolate: wealth, future husbands, cattle prices, why you cried last Thursday
when this theatre stampeded above and left you untouched.